the sieve and the sand

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The Minister’s Black Veil

solitude

poetry

having finally given up it all,
he was now free to observe
theworldmanwomanhumanity,
and with a sad smile,
partially hidden,
partially shown,
he saw the mystery,
he saw the reality,
he saw the truth
and the way that everyone
pretended
to be happy,
to be loved,
to love,
while secretly disseminating
their truly hidden
veiled misery.

June 16, 2010 Jared Abraham Tagged Hawthorne, The Minister's Black Veil Leave a comment
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